Part 3The End of Our Vows

Cassidy's sudden accusation caught me off guard.

What was she angry about?

In the past, I had been like a hysterical madman who did everything I could to catch her cheating. I went through her phone to look for flirty messages and tried every possible way to keep her away from other men.

Back then, she had been utterly fed up with me. She even called me unreasonable and said I was crazy.

Wasn't this better?

Somehow, Cassidy still wasn't satisfied. She thought I was giving her the cold shoulder.

I suddenly felt exhausted. I took a deep breath.

After pulling my wrist free from Cassidy's grip, I said calmly, "I'm not giving you an attitude. I'm just tired and want to rest."

After taking a few steps forward, I suddenly recalled something and stopped.

I turned around and said, "Cassidy, I've signed the divorce agreement. I left the original place where it was. If you have time tomorrow, let's go to city hall and get the divorce registered."

The anger on Cassidy's face faded.

Suddenly, she laughed.

"Heh. Stop pretending to be such a gentleman. You're still upset, aren't you?

"Let me make one thing clear. You can't treat divorce like a game. Once you calm down and regret it, don't come begging me to call it off. It won't be that easy. My patience has limits."

After she finished speaking, she looked at me smugly.

I recalled how, when we had first gotten married, I often threatened Cassidy with divorce.

In the end, she had dragged me to the city hall by force, and I was the one who cried and begged to go home.

I was too dumb back then.

Cassidy had never loved me.

To her, divorcing me would actually be a relief.

I murmured 'okay' to acknowledge her words. I then quietly returned to one of the guest rooms.

The master bedroom was on the second floor, while most of the guest rooms were on the third.

Normally, there should have been no reason for our paths to cross.

I had no idea what had gotten into Cassidy tonight.

She had said she would sleep in the master bedroom, but instead, she dragged Henry into the guest room right next to mine.

Her giggles, flirty whispers, and audible moans drifted clearly into my room.

I was a patient, and it was already hard to fall into deep slumber.

I spent the entire night unable to sleep because of the noise.

Oddly enough, hearing those sounds now didn't hurt anymore.

I was simply annoyed at being disturbed.

Only then did I realize that I didn't love Cassidy anymore.

At breakfast the next morning, Cassidy looked at the dark circles beneath my eyes.

She smiled smugly.

"What's the matter? Couldn't sleep last night? Has that finally cleared your head?

"Do you still want to go to the city hall to get our divorce registered?"

I looked up from my phone and nodded.

"Yeah. Let's go.

"The driver is already waiting outside. I made an appointment for nine this morning. Once you finish breakfast, we can leave. It won't take much of your time. It'll be over in twenty minutes.

"I haven't told Mrs. Simone yet. She's unwell, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it. Let's wait until you find the right time to tell her."

Cassidy sneered before speaking in a sarcastic voice.

"You've changed the way you address her pretty quickly. You're calling her Mrs. Simone already? How ungrateful.

"Jeremy, if it weren't for my mom threatening to take her own life back then, do you think I would have even looked at you? Let alone let you marry into the Simone family."

My fingertips turned slightly pale.

I didn't want to argue. I simply lowered my head in silence.

My silence made Cassidy feel like she'd punched a pillow.

Her inexplicable anger only grew stronger.

She couldn't even care about breakfast anymore. She abruptly stood up.

"Fine. Aren't you in a hurry to get divorced? Let's go!"

The silence in the back seat lasted for a while.

Cassidy suddenly turned to face me and said jokingly, "Too bad Henry's still asleep and couldn't come with us. Otherwise, after getting divorced from you, I could propose to him. He's been with me for so many years. It's about time I gave him a proper title."

I could tell Cassidy was deliberately trying to provoke me, so I simply ignored the remark.

Instead, I turned to look at her and asked her another question.

"Since we're getting divorced anyway, tell me the truth. Why have you hated me all these years?"